Last Monday evening, my kitchen, Fannie is cooking and Precious youngest is setting the table.
Fannie: “Only two places hon, dad is out of town.”
Precious Youngest: “He’s out of town? No one tells me anything. Where is he?”
Last Thursday evening, my bedroom, Fannie is changing for a social engagement.
Precious Youngest: “Dad called. He’s on his way, but he’s late because his plane from DALLAS was delayed.”
Fannie: *blink* *blink* “What ever, at least I knew it started with a “D”.
Last night, bottom of the stairs, yelling up to Precious Youngest.
Fannie: “I have GNO tonight, you’re on your own for dinner. But think about what you want for dinner the rest of the week. Dad is going out of town.”
Precious Youngest: “Where’s he going?”
Precious Youngest: “Are you sure?”
Fannie: *blink* *blink* “Could be Cincinnati. But I’m pretty sure it starts with a “C”.
Precious Youngest: “Do you want me to text him? He could be in CALCUTTA for all you know!”